Last night I was watching my guilty pleasure, Kim and Kourtney Take Miami. In the episode, Scott is bitching about his baby mama Kourtney’s post-body baby, comparing this post-partum body to her last post-partum baby … He talks about her “bangin’ bikini bod” when they first met and how she looked soooooo hot then.

She looks absolutely disgusted as he rants about how she needs to lose weight, would look better slimmer, etc. Then, he has the audacity to ask how much she weighed when they began dating and she said, “I don’t know, maybe 95 lbs?”

A choice we make each day when we wake up; a choice we make when we decide how to react to certain information/situations; a choice we make before we go to sleep each night. Much of what I learned during my year of cognitive behavioral therapy was related to this: how we can control not only our actions, but our reactions to situations/people/circumstances.

And though it isn’t always easy, and sometimes it’s wholly appropriate to drown our sorrows in a bottle of Malibu rum (not that I’ve ever done THAT … haha — flashbacks to my earth-shattering at the time freshman year break-up …) or several pints of Ben and Jerry’s (did anyone else see this supremely awkward Daily Show interview with Robert Pattinson the other night?!) … The thing is, we’re entitled to grieve, mourn, be angry … but when all is said and done, we can still choose the “happy route.”

I haven’t stepped on the scale in about two months now — and lord knows I ought to (I’ve been eating a ton of extra Points per week + travel + minimal workouts).

But when I finally mustered up the courage to check on the damage this week [yes, I am deliberately choosing “damage”], I was greeted with a big fat nothing: our scale was broken.

I’ve had this particular scale since 2006, so it has had a pretty long shelf-life … but we keep it in the bathroom and, well, moisture + electronics don’t tend to go hand in hand. In other words, it was bound to die at some point … I just didn’t expect it to be now — when I actually wanted to see where I stood!

My blog has gone through many changes in the nearly three years I’ve been writing (click here for my first post!). While I’ve undergone many physical and emotional changes in that time, the title of this post expresses the surface changes. (And once I can figure out how to edit my darn blog’s custom header I will!)

What does it mean to be “recovered”? I used to question this all the time, and still do.

I don’t have a new post for today but wanted to share MamaVision’s awesome postabout Pink’s incredible and timely video “F***in Perfect” (sorry, that’s the title). (The link also includes Pink’s commentary about the video which I strongly recommend reading).

I watched the video for the first time this afternoon, with almost six-weeks-old Maya snuggled in my arms — and I just started to cry. I hope to do everything I can to show her that she’ll be loved no matter what and that she’s perfect in my eyes–but I know what kids these days are up against … and I do worry about the future.

Let me know what you think and Heather–fabulous post, thanks for sharing!